I can give you an oar, of course, but it won't do any good.

My oars are too light and small for your boat.

Unless you wish to drift back where you were, or beyond, you must let me tow you around the head of this flat." I don't know what answer she might have made.

None, perhaps; although I am sure she was listening.

But Victor, who had succeeded in untying the tow line, cut in ahead of her.
"Mabel," he warned, "don't pay any attention to him.